Dean quirked an eyebrow, "Really, so you tried to pull one over on me." A smirk played upon his lips. "Okay, how about a new game then."
Dean moved around her, so her back was against the pool table and he leaned on both hands on either side of her on the table. "If I make a shot, you have to drink. You make one, I drink. We keep going till one of us misses."